Page 27 of The Incubus's Angel
Tilly’s voice is close to a purr as she says, “I’m telling you, a well-placed ‘sweetheart’ gets me every time.”
Calixta’s smirk is apparent in her voice. “I, personally, like being called a whore, but only when it comes from my wife.”
Beryl is all fierce possession as she agrees, “That’s because you’re a needy little whore for me, aren’t you?”
Marisol’s more timid voice filters through the thick tension building between the couple. “I enjoy being a cum dump and a good girl.”
“Yes, girl. Get it!” Calixta cheers.
I almost miss a step as a memory hits me and I brace my hand against the corner of the shop, just out of view of the ladies inside. A pleasant shiver rolls down my spine as I recall lying in Ren’s arms and him whispering, “Sweet angel.” No one’s ever called me that before and I’m kind of excited to hear it again. Soon, hopefully.
Tilly agrees wholeheartedly with Marisol, “I enjoy a good bit of breeding too! And ‘good girl’ just hits that yummy spot in my brain that makes me putty in Bodin’s hands. It’s like, outside in the world, I can be this badass, but when I’m at home and Bodin’s in charge of my pleasure, I love being his good girl.”
I collect myself and move to the open door, popping my shoulder against the jamb. “You don’t mind being called a girl when you’re a grown woman?”
All four heads shake in unison.
“It’showit’s used andwhenit’s used that’s the turn-on,” Tilly says, swiveling toward me in the styling chair.
From her spot on the velvet green sofa, Calixta purses her black-painted lips and nods, the beads draped around her horns clinking with the movement. “Hells, yeah. I can be a naughty girl or a good girl just as much as I can be a whore. It’s all about the intention behind the words of your partner and how it’s being used.”
Beryl smiles at her wife and pulls her closer into her side, resting a large hand on Calixta’s hip. “That’s right. You do what feels right for you. If being called a girl is a turn-off then don’t let anyone use that. Words have power, but you also have the right to take that power and determine its influence on you.”
Tilly claps her hands high above her head. “Yes to all of that. I’ve been called fat many times in my life, and it fucking hurt when I was younger. Not anymore. I own that word. I know what my body looks like but also all the amazing things it’s capable of.”
Marisol places a hand on Tilly’s shoulder, and a bit of mischief creeps into her voice. “And you have an orc husband who worships the fuck out of every inch of those curves.”
Beryl clears her throat and gestures at her sister-in-law. “While I am happy for you and appreciate your lovely curves too, Tilly, can we maybe shift this conversation away fromyour sex life with my brother? Let’s talk about Maisie’s sex life instead.”
My entire face flushes and I open my mouth to say something as four gazes settle on me. Usually, I’m super forthcoming with personal information, but not this time. I don’t want to discuss Ren or what we do in private. It feels too… special. I told him he was safe with me and I meant it.
After a couple of awkward seconds of everyone waiting for me to say something, I hold up the wicker basket. “Who wants some mojito cupcakes?”
They all thankfully take the hint and we jump into action, preparing plates for the cupcakes, pouring drinks, and settling on more neutral topics for discussion.
I’m up first to get my hair done by Beryl with Calixta doing Marisol’s nails behind me on the couch.
Tilly stops by each of us and hands us tiny vials with a clear liquid. “Please take these now. It’ll help us drink however much we want, but it limits alcohol absorption so we never tip into the drunk zone. Plus, it’ll leave you feeling fresh as a daisy come morning—no headaches, no cotton mouth, and all memories intact.”
We all swallow it down eagerly and chase the bitter tonic with sips of Marisol’s coconut rum punch, a collective sound of approval following our first taste of her creation.
“This is absolutely delightful!” I exclaim, catching Marisol’s eye in the mirror as Beryl takes my hair down from the bun I’m always wearing it in.
A flush brightens the siren’s cheeks and she tucks her long black hair behind her ear. “Thanks. It’s one of my favorite cocktails to make.”
“Holy shit, this is good!” Tilly says, plopping down into the styling chair next to me before taking another appreciative sip. “Glad I took that tonic now because this punch and I are going to be good friends tonight.”
Calixta looks up from where she’s filing Marisol’s nails. “Same! Talking about punch, when are we going to see that spitfire of a cousin of yours again, Tilly?”
My brows pull down as I watch them in the mirror, not quite following what one has to do with the other. “Punch?”
Beryl nods as she brushes my hair. “We had the pleasure of meeting Audrey at Bodin and Tilly’s claiming ceremony. Even in our short interaction that girl packed a punch. I think she’s truly fearless.”
“I envy that quality,” Marisol says, perhaps a little sadly. Before we have the chance to question her remark, she adds, “Will she come visit Starry Hill again soon?”
Tilly tilts her head this way and that. “I think Audrey’s looking for an excuse to come again, but we’ll have to organize accommodation for her because no one wants to stay with Bodin and me right now.”
“I don’t blame her,” Beryl snorts. “An orc and their partner after a claiming rut can be relentlessly horny.” In the mirror, she makes eye contact with Calixta and a silent conversation passes between them that has even me blushing.
